Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2009 00:54:26 -0600 From: iron_sexy2@hotmail.com Subject: My Kinky Earl The following story deals with mature content, and is dated in the 16th century. My historical accuracy is prone to be good, but I cannot be sure what exactly happened back then. This story also deals with children under the age of 16. If you are not old enough to read this, please leave. If you are Enjoy! The year is 1536, I think. Me and my brother are among the very few poor people who can read and write. It is odd to think of that isn't it? Normal everyday people who cannot read, or write. It is only the people who wear formal clothing, get paid high salaries, and get to live in nice castles. These people know how to read, not us normal people. Anyway, my name is Thomas, and I'm 12 years old. My brother, Henry, is just 10. Our parents are so very poor, but named my brother in the name of our king, Henry VIII. I haven't developed much sexually, but my brother has shown some interest. Sometimes we fondle at night, but we must be quiet. Early in that year, just before the Sweating Sickness hit the cities and the countrysides, my parents sold both of us boys to a bar in the center of London, just off Fleet Street. I didn't like it at first, because it was scary and dirty and I knew that I would have to do bad things. Naughty things. The master of our household there, Sir West, was always kind to us. He never laid a hand on us because he was an old pervert with eyes on us. At night, he would make us dance naked on the tables, and people would pay us to have sex with them. I was a young lad of 12, and my virginity had been taken by a man of at least 40. My brother was in the same boat as I, but I knew that he liked some of it. Sir West always made him suck the cock of the young Mr. Bradford, who was just 23. I always got stuck with the older men. One day, with good King Henry in his castle, and us poor boys down at the bar, a man came into the bar with a charming attitude. He was like no other man. He was young, extravegant, and very wealthy. I could tell because he wore such nice clothes. He must be a man of the state, or of the peerage. "Good day m'lord." Sir West began. I was sitting at the table, half naked with Henry. "I bring good news for you, Walter West." the man said, laying a bag of money on the table. His eyes grew big with aw. Would Mr. West sell us? "What is it you want, Lord Seymour?" Sir West asked. Seymour nodded. "I want your boy, the nice older one for my fancy. I am a man of few pleasures, but I do wish for that one boy." he says, pointing at me. This would be it. I could sleep with this young man and give him ultimate pleasure. I was sure he was buying me. "You want Thomas?" Sir West asked. Lord Seymour nodded. "He's twelve." "That will be fine. He can work for me as a personal pleasurer." he replied slyly. After that day, I had to say goodbye to my brother Henry, but I knew he was in good hands. This was something that he loved to do. So I, half naked again, carried my box of belongings to Sir Seymour's carriage and waved goodbye to my brother, and my former master. I could tell that Sir West would be sad without me, and my brother even sadder. I had to look to the future though. Sir Seymour sat next to me, and began to fondle with the front of my pants. It felt good. I closed my eyes and leaned back. "Are you married, sir?" I asked after he stopped. He shook his head. "I am a man of only 20. I am titled man too, an Earl. I work for the king." he explained. I nodded. Then he reached over and took my pants down, in the middle of the carriage. My little boy boner popped out, full mast. It wasn't to big, probably 4". It was uncut too, as was the fashion in my day. Seymour began to fondle me again, pulling back my foreskin and playing with my cock-head. The feeling was greater than ever. Perhaps I could learn to love this man, unlike all the others. He was young, dashing, and charming. He made me feel good. "What do you want me to do sir?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled. I pulled my pants up. "You''ll suck my cock, and I'll play with your innocent body. Not until your 14 I'll fuck you." he said. I smiled. Fuck. What an odd word. Wonder what that meant. All we had ever done at the bar was suck cock. I loved to do that. Sir Seymour had a lavish palace not far from London. He needed to stay close to attend to His Majesty. He gave me my own quarters, which were large. I had never owned so much stuff in my life. I had a nice bed, a dresser, and a lot of new clothes with his family's livery on it. "I'll come here every night, sometimes during the day, and you shall pleasure me." he tells me. "You shall earn a shiny crown every year, but you will be paid a lot each month. You are free to do whatever on the grounds of my castle." he continued. I nodded and he left the room. That night, at around 9, he came for me. He pressed his way through the tapestry corridor that linked my room and the gardens. I had lit a candle for him, and dressed in a nice, thin garment. You could see everything on me. My little pecker which was starting to grow, and my thin, lean stomach. "Hello sir." I say as he enters. He too is in a thin garment. I cannot really see anything in this light, but I know it is him. "Hello pet." he breathes, sitting on the bed next to me. I smile up at him. "It is time." he tells me. I nod and he takes off his garment. Hanging low with some bush hair, is his manly uncut cock. My jaw drops and he handles it with his fingers and guides me to it. I take it in. The aura of it is wonderful. I suck and suck, taking it deeper in my mouth. My master groans and shoves it furthur down my throat. I lick the underlying area of his uncut beast and he lets out a huge moan. He then pulls it out of me and jacks it hard. Spurts of cum drip down my chest and my face. I have never felt more alive. "Thank you sir." I say, licking it off my face, where it is available. "You are my pet, you little cutie." he says, going low and licking the cum off my chest. I moan and he goes lower, putting my pecker into his mouth. Never have I felt my cock being sucked. We always had to suck cock. It felt so good. He began to do the same as I did to him, taking my little pecker into his manly mouth. He sloshed it around his tongue. I moaned and then let out a dry orgasm. "Thank you...Thank you." I moan as he takes it out of his mouth and smiles. "See you again Thomas." If you liked that story, you can email me feedback or comments at iron_sexy2@hotmail.com, or boxerboi@live.ca. Thanks for reading! I usually respond to all the emails!